LOGINShare
Alexandre Xavier
Last Updated:
2025-05-08 00:27:52
Related chapters
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Alexandre kept his eyes on the road for a long time. I was anxious, nearly biting my nails. I didn’t know how that conversation would go—wasn’t even ready to face my father. And as for us, me and Alexandre… we said nothing.When his hand touched my knee, I flinched. I looked at him, unsure, and the glance he gave me in silence, just for a few seconds, was long enough for me to understand: there wouldn’t be a next time. And maybe that was for the best. I already felt like a terrible person for what we’d done.I didn’t want to lose my head over a man, especially not one who wasn’t—and never would be—mine.He turned back to the road, ignoring my presence beside him. I did the same, staring out the window, trying to escape from everything. Part of me wanted to get it all over with and leave. But I knew that would hurt people who had no idea of the madness going on. Their friendship was beautiful. I wished I had a friendship like that, someone who’d defend me even when I was wrong.I looke
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I thought we were going home. But he simply opened the car door and pointed to the passenger seat. My head throbbed from too much crying and a storm of thoughts."Maybe we started off wrong," he said, not looking directly at me. "I should've taken time for you. Shown you the city, the important places, my parents..." He regretted aloud."You don't have to," I murmured, still dazed by his sudden change in tone, my head pounding. Still trying to process what had just happened minutes ago—he seemed like a different man. How could he hold so many emotions?But he insisted. And I don’t know why—maybe instinct, maybe curiosity—I agreed to go with him. I didn’t want more fights. I wanted to understand him. To feel a connection.We went to the mall. Lunch was simple—grilled meat, rice, fresh juice. No luxury, no rush. We spoke little, but the tone was light. For the first time, he asked me trivial things: whether I preferred sweet or salty, cold or hot, if I had ever read a book by Raduan Nas
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
Maria Vitória got into my car hesitantly as I tried to maintain a formal posture — older man, some sort of surrogate uncle, the man I was still trying to be. But there was something in her nature — soft, calm, yet provocative — that made me relive moments from the past few days.For her, everything seemed normal. She sat beside me in jeans, brown boots, and a red shirt, appearing serene. But her mind wandered, her thoughts distant, perhaps it was a relief for both of us.I noticed her discomfort when I lightly touched her knee while shifting gears. She looked at me and swallowed hard. In a brief exchange of glances, we both knew: we were feeling the same thing.It was a hot, almost uncontrollable desire, but we tried to suppress it out of respect for the people we loved. She didn’t say anything, though her lips were slightly parted. I diverted my gaze, focusing on the road, on the ebb and flow of traffic.We reached the hospital. It felt like escaping from ourselves. Still hesitant, l
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I spent the rest of the morning feeling numb from everything.Who, after all, was Heitor Montenegro?The man who showed me the horses, who made me laugh with childhood stories, who gave me goat’s milk in a tin mug and called me wind… or the other one—the one from parties filled with strangers, loud music in the middle of the night, liquor dripping from his fingers as if each sip was a form of forgetting?Why did he live like that?Was it escape? Denial? Just poorly disguised loneliness?I took a long shower. Very long. The water ran down my body and seemed to carry away some of the doubts with it. There was still mud tangled in my hair, traces of the night in the countryside, mosquito bites marking my skin like tiny tattoos of memory. But I didn’t complain. How could I?I was in love with my father.And that was as absurd as it was real.In love with an imperfect man, but one who, suddenly, embodied all the traits I once imagined for a childhood hero—protective, charismatic, the owner
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
The rest of the afternoon became a tragedy. I couldn’t process or understand what had happened with Maria Clara, and worst of all: the certainty that it was all my fault.The technician came to my office to inform me that the patient was ready. I nodded absentmindedly, and an hour later, the same information was passed to me again. I felt like I was in a trance, glued to the chair as if time didn’t exist. The worst part was realizing that Heitor didn’t even cross that door during the day.I postponed the surgery, considering myself incapable of operating. That night, when I got home, Maria Clara was already there in her white satin nightgown, with a robe on top, impeccable as if nothing had happened. I was afraid to approach her. The memories of the afternoon invaded me: her pulling my pants, smearing saliva on her hand to lubricate herself... I felt dirty, invaded by something that, until yesterday, was routine."What happened? Are you really fed up with Heitor?" Her question shook m
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Something inside me weighed heavily; I felt pity for her, despite everything. I wanted to tell her the truth, even though I had no right to speak. My father came down, walked toward me, and, before I knew it, kissed me on the forehead. Then, he went over to Ana Liz and did the same. I looked at him, still cautious. Everything felt so good... And the fear of wanting to stay, of clinging to him, was real."Good morning, my princesses!" he said, cheerful and lively."Good morning, my love," Ana Liz replied as he sat down at the table."Good morning, Dad!""I hope you slept well, Maria Vitória. My love, please, change that darn decoration in my daughter's room. Do whatever she wants, okay?""I don’t think it’s necessary, Dad. Leave the room as it is," I responded, but he shook his head."There's too much pink, too many frills, teddy bears... Aren’t you allergic?"I nodded. I am, but it hadn’t been a problem."Maria Vitória, I want you to feel comfortable. Okay?"He held my hand and gently
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
The morning was coming to an end when I arrived at the cafeteria.Maria Vitória was simply enchanting. Her skin was glowing, her eyes too, and although I knew the reason for all of that was her father, I could barely control my mind.My best friend's daughter was my most inappropriate desire.She choked at the possibility of accompanying me to surgeries, coughing and drinking water, fighting against fear — and maybe, against the fear of being alone with me.I would never cross my limits. In my mind, they should be well established."Not today. It's her first day here. Too early to see blood." It could be traumatizing for Maria Vitória.She nodded, although I suspected her fears were different. The exposed fragility pleased me. I didn’t want obscenities, and she didn’t seem to want them either.At least, that’s what her behavior conveyed."As you prefer. If you think it's better to protect her, we’ll have plenty of days ahead to explore the hospital," Heitor said, enjoying his meal.Th
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
The days at the hospital seemed to make time fly. And, even though my passion was for studies, with each passing day, my desire to extend my stay grew. I didn’t want to go back to Rio. I didn’t want to feel alone, abandoned by my mother — who, even knowing I was far away, trying to build a relationship with my father, hadn’t sent a single message in days. I also didn’t want to deal with Marcelo, whose messages I had been ignoring, waiting for the right moment to tell my mother everything. All of this made me want everything, except to return to Rio de Janeiro.But what was left to me was little. Eight days passed quickly.On Sunday morning, I got up early, hating to leave my room, my bed. I looked around: the white and pink room, observing every detail, the pink dresser with the umbrella-shaped lampshade on top, the plush toys on the shelves, the little hearts on the walls… and even the small bunk bed there.“It doesn’t even look like this room was meant for a child…” I murmured to my
Last Updated : 2025-05-08
Latest chapter
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE The End
The digital clock on the meeting room wall read 8:07 AM when Maria Vitória pushed the door open, a folder of reports under one arm and a coffee cup in the other. Her hair tied in a practical bun, a white coat over a navy blue dress. The room was full — nurses, managers, two representatives from the newly opened public wing."Good morning, everyone," she smiled, sitting at the head of the table. "Let’s try to wrap things up before nine. I have to drop off Alana at school by ten."Everyone smiled. Dr. Xavier was known for being firm, objective, and... absolutely passionate about her children. But her husband? Everyone knew she would drop everything, without hesitation, if he called her suddenly.As she reviewed patient care charts and expansion plans for the public wing, her phone vibrated discreetly on the table. A picture appeared: Alexandre, with messy hair, jacket thrown over his shoulder, and a half-smirk, standing in front of the university.His message:"The class today was a dis
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
"Of course it is! And if it isn't..." I slid my hand between us, inside the robe. The gesture undid the knot with an almost symbolic ease — reckless, different, strange. "I want everything. For you to be my wife, for us to have children, grandchildren... pets, whatever you want. I want to d..."Mavi put her finger to my lips, firmly."Don't you dare say that. I accept being your wife. I'm already your wife. I want to be the mother of your children, your grandchildren... but never talk about dying, Alexandre. Never."I nodded, silent, and led her to the backseat. She lay there, looking at me as if the world were just the two of us."I accept being yours... anywhere," she whispered.I looked at her body, magnificent, natural, in a way that was only hers."You are incredibly perfect... and you can be the mother of my children."She pulled me by the collar of my shirt, urgently."Fuck me first, praise me later," she said quickly, hungrily.I laughed, moving closer to her mouth."You look
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
After Maria Clara’s arrest, things finally began to settle down. She was transferred to a prison almost immediately. No one explained why, but Dr. Caroline told me—her expression more serious than usual—that Maria Clara had been classified as extremely dangerous, even to other inmates.I was trying to get back to my life: studies, internship. My mother returned to her work. Aunt Lena came to spend the weekend with us, but I knew it wasn’t just a visit. At night, she disappeared, as always. And this time, I didn’t follow.My father was surprisingly focused during those days. He shared the hospital’s management with Alexandre, and they even hired a temporary surgeon to cover some shifts. He seemed determined to keep everything running, as if trying to prove something—maybe to himself.That night, I stepped outside and found them there: my father and Alexandre, sitting under the amber light, drinking whiskey and discussing hospital expenses.I approached slowly. I knew that, between them
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
As much as I was worried about Maria Vitória, even knowing she was represented by highly competent lawyers, there was a deeper unease gnawing at me.Maria Clara was still out there.There were checkpoints on the roads. Increased surveillance at the bus station.All access points were being monitored.But nothing. No trace of her.When I was informed that Maria Vitória had claimed self-defense, the case flipped completely.The eyes of Justice shifted.So did public attention.She was no longer seen as a reckless criminal—but as someone who had survived.From that moment on, I stopped worrying about her, at least from a legal standpoint.Caroline had prepared her masterfully. Even more so with the investigation now open against Marcelo for the brutal attack on Laura.He was officially a fugitive. A dangerous man.And Maria Vitória… a victim.But my own torment had not ended.When we reviewed the building’s security footage, I felt my blood run cold.Maria Clara was clearly seen entering
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
My heartbeat was erratic.Marcelo and I pulled the trigger almost at the same time — his finger pressing down on mine, trying to force me to shoot.But the bullet… it wasn’t meant for me.When his body trembled beneath mine, a lump rose in my throat.His hand weakened over mine.“Maria Vitória… Maria…” I heard Alexandre behind me, voice choked, arms trying to pull me away.But it was too late. Far too late.I pulled the trigger again.Once. Twice. Three. Four times.On the fifth, the gun jammed.It wouldn’t fire anymore.Still, I stayed there. Shaking.I didn’t want to see my mother afraid anymore. Always scared.I didn’t want to change cities again.I didn’t want to live in fear.“Maria Vitória?” his voice echoed in my ear.The sound of the door opening hit me like a distant wave. But I didn’t turn around.I was frozen. In shock.Silently confessing everything I had done.“Give me that!” Alexandre tried to pull the gun from my hand.“No!” I shouted, gripping it fiercely.“I won’t let
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
It had been a wonderful night. We didn’t make love like we did the other times—this time there was no rush, no urgency—because we knew it wasn’t the last time anymore. We intertwined our bodies in a slow, delicious act with no set end.I fell asleep with Maria Vitória in my arms as she talked about the harsh cuts her new advisor had made to her thesis. I told her she should publish the research after her defense—with my review.Seeing her eyes shine in the darkness of the room gave me a certainty: we were starting over. I didn’t know how long it would last, but I wanted it to be good while it did.She left early. She had an internship. And even though it was hard to let her leave the bed, she was... admirably responsible as she reached the door.The morning light crept shyly through the curtains. The sun hadn’t warmed enough to take the chill from my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, phone in hand.Mavi’s message still glowed on the screen:“He called me. Said he’s going
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I spent another night at Alexandre’s apartment. Maybe my mother had gotten used to the idea. I arrived in the morning, and she was still asleep in her room. I entered quietly, changed my clothes, and packed my bag.My phone started ringing.When I saw the name on the screen, I hesitated.It was my father.The day before, he had only sent a brief message:"Tell Alexandre to answer me. It’s urgent."Nothing more.It was as if he knew I was with Alexandre — though I wasn’t. Not yet.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before I answered. But I didn’t say anything."Maria? Are you listening?" he asked from the other end.I didn’t know how to respond. Maybe I had been too harsh in our last conversation."I’m here," I replied, seriously."I’m stepping away. Tell Alexandre to go back to the hospital. I can’t continue leading anymore. I took out a loan, there’s money in the account. He should take over the management. Do whatever you want with that mess..."His voice was firm, but hollow.
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
Maria Vitória didn’t return to my apartment.It was getting dark when Heitor's car left the building. I waited for her, but I didn’t want to suffocate her. That outcome was between two people: father and daughter.On Monday, it was strange not following my routine. After the gym, I stayed home, bored. No reading flowed. No thoughts made sense. And she... didn’t show up either.On Tuesday, nothing changed.On Wednesday, Heitor called me several times. I ignored all of them. Later, I saw Maria Vitória arriving with her mother. She still seemed shaken. When she lifted her eyes toward my window, I hesitated: was she avoiding me or did she want to talk?Had she decided to distance herself from me?It seemed like it.I started evaluating job offers I had been receiving... but none of them made sense. None had her in them.It was night when the doorbell rang.I looked through the peephole. Seeing her there, I opened the door in a hurry. My heart raced as if I were a nervous kid, about to be
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that without Alexandre at the hospital, everything would soon collapse.“What are you planning to do? You can’t just…” I tried to say, but he shook his head, still shirtless, wearing only shorts, and turned his back to me, heading toward the kitchen.“I’ve turned down countless job offers. I never left the hospital out of respect for your father. Besides, I can afford to stay away for a while. Years dealing with blood, saving the lives of strangers… Deep down, maybe Maria Clara is right: I don’t have a life beyond an operating room.”Just hearing her name made the discomfort return. I wished he wouldn’t refer to his ex-wife, but I’d never have the courage to say that.“I understand. I won’t take up any more of your time. Either way, this conversation has to happen,” I said, watching as he placed the empty glass on the white island counter.“Hey, wait…” he rushed toward me, grabbing me by the waist. I looked into his eyes, trying to read his reason
